You Reap What You Sow / When The raven king passed by [Mass Effect/Bleach]
Title: You Reap What You Sow
Characters: Kai Leng
Rating: G
Summary: Stars heavier than hell.
His world spins into architectural dust, smothers him beneath a blanket of stars heavier than hell.
Kai Leng lies on the shattered floor, with the taste of defeat on his teeth and the warm breath of death on his neck. He laughs, but it comes out as a bloody gurgle, splashing red all down his chin. He is alone in this silent room (not completely, he knows, can’t admit it) with his own blood spreading beneath him like debauched wings. He’s dying and he smiles. Death kisses it from his lips.
And Kai Leng spits it out into Death’s face.
Title: When The Raven King Passed By
Characters: Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: G
Summary: He never finds it again.
She looks too much like winter and too little like his wife.
Byakuya feels the life slipping from her in each passing second, in her withering cheeks, in the coldness of her fingertips. He feels death as keenly as she does; the knife at her throat presses also against his. If he could, Byakuya would take the killing edge himself, let the blood flow in rills down his throat. He can’t. It carves out his heart anyway, discards it into her grave, hiding it beneath rocks and worms and dirt and the gravestone marked Hisana. He never finds it again.
Characters: Kai Leng
Rating: G
Summary: Stars heavier than hell.
His world spins into architectural dust, smothers him beneath a blanket of stars heavier than hell.
Kai Leng lies on the shattered floor, with the taste of defeat on his teeth and the warm breath of death on his neck. He laughs, but it comes out as a bloody gurgle, splashing red all down his chin. He is alone in this silent room (not completely, he knows, can’t admit it) with his own blood spreading beneath him like debauched wings. He’s dying and he smiles. Death kisses it from his lips.
And Kai Leng spits it out into Death’s face.
Title: When The Raven King Passed By
Characters: Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: G
Summary: He never finds it again.
She looks too much like winter and too little like his wife.
Byakuya feels the life slipping from her in each passing second, in her withering cheeks, in the coldness of her fingertips. He feels death as keenly as she does; the knife at her throat presses also against his. If he could, Byakuya would take the killing edge himself, let the blood flow in rills down his throat. He can’t. It carves out his heart anyway, discards it into her grave, hiding it beneath rocks and worms and dirt and the gravestone marked Hisana. He never finds it again.